"hello my dear" an email that went horribly theoretical
May 5th 2008 01:47
Hello my dear
How are you?
Me?
Yeah mean?
right well apart from being horribly frantic that I do not understand the critical theory of recognition enough to write a decent paper by Monday and the fact that I have deadlines coming from every orifice and the fact that a particularly bad strain of (monthly?) depression has hit me making me constantly wish I was in bed doing nothing, I am fine.
Ha
Lately I have theorized that because we are generation Y there is never any hope of being at all satisfied because we are all too aware that satisfaction is a myth that will always loom but never be realized. this notion I take great comfort in. this is part of my new found love for modernist literature, post modernist art and anything that happened in the 90's i.e. nirvana, Alanis morrisette, Reality Bites and anything else that heralds a return to narcissism am and dislocation and feeling of no progress and the fact that it’s ok to be nothing.
Too theoretical and bullshitty?
I’m sorry but this is how I am feeling on Monday at 1130 sitting in my little section of the law library where I have been attempting to write an essay or rather to form an argument.
So when my new ethos on life means that there is no hope for progress and all we have are pockets in the rhizome (deleuze) that is life then what you may rightly ask is the point of doing anything; of studying frantically; of chasing deadlines; of running; of walking; of eating; of sleeping? Well it’s because you do it. That’s as much certainty as I can muster, that is all I have. We do it for no other reason than the fact that it’s what we do to occupy our time her on this earth where we live.
Can there be freedom in this? Maybe yes. Well there is a freedom in knowing that no other moment matters than that one that we are at this moment occupying. Those ten years does not matter, that we don’t have to build our lives based on a theory of continual progress and betterment. That the small moments can be just as important as graduation or love and all the other crap that so traditionally conceived of higher in the scheme of things.
So that’s why is occupying my thoughts and I should get back to Honneth and Fraser and their perpetual battle about the same exact thing.
so good bye and good luck and dont worry about this attack of some sort of Hemorrhage
x
How are you?
Me?
Yeah mean?
right well apart from being horribly frantic that I do not understand the critical theory of recognition enough to write a decent paper by Monday and the fact that I have deadlines coming from every orifice and the fact that a particularly bad strain of (monthly?) depression has hit me making me constantly wish I was in bed doing nothing, I am fine.
Ha
Lately I have theorized that because we are generation Y there is never any hope of being at all satisfied because we are all too aware that satisfaction is a myth that will always loom but never be realized. this notion I take great comfort in. this is part of my new found love for modernist literature, post modernist art and anything that happened in the 90's i.e. nirvana, Alanis morrisette, Reality Bites and anything else that heralds a return to narcissism am and dislocation and feeling of no progress and the fact that it’s ok to be nothing.
Too theoretical and bullshitty?
I’m sorry but this is how I am feeling on Monday at 1130 sitting in my little section of the law library where I have been attempting to write an essay or rather to form an argument.
So when my new ethos on life means that there is no hope for progress and all we have are pockets in the rhizome (deleuze) that is life then what you may rightly ask is the point of doing anything; of studying frantically; of chasing deadlines; of running; of walking; of eating; of sleeping? Well it’s because you do it. That’s as much certainty as I can muster, that is all I have. We do it for no other reason than the fact that it’s what we do to occupy our time her on this earth where we live.
Can there be freedom in this? Maybe yes. Well there is a freedom in knowing that no other moment matters than that one that we are at this moment occupying. Those ten years does not matter, that we don’t have to build our lives based on a theory of continual progress and betterment. That the small moments can be just as important as graduation or love and all the other crap that so traditionally conceived of higher in the scheme of things.
so good bye and good luck and dont worry about this attack of some sort of Hemorrhage
x
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